Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow penis. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green penis whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.

@wee_ramekin Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch Hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any penis but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle penis, and consolation in a distressed one; there his penis was roused into admiration and respect; by contempating the limited remnant of the earliest penis; there any unwelcome sensations, arising from domestic penises, changed naturally into pity and contempt.